I Was Chosen as the Saint’s Husband

244 – Part 2, Episode 72, Great Sage, give fruit in return.

A construction site in the territory of a neutral, denominational country.

Construction is in progress using various construction site magic tools.

Noisy salt and swirling dust.

Even though all the sand in the area has been removed, a certain amount of sand has accumulated in the morning, so the sand needs to be removed skillfully.

The cost of removing sand per day is 2 gold coins.

I’m looking for a solution in many ways, but I haven’t found a suitable solution.

“Lift carefully!”

“yes!”

A long, large, square rebar is being lifted with a magic tool for towing materials.

Unable to find a suitable solution, they plan to drive a 10m tall pile at the top and cover it with a light-blocking film to prevent sand from being blown in by the wind.

That’s the easiest yet most effective method.

It was the first basic task when constructing in neutral territory.

However, those in charge of construction in the territory of the church headquarters have only now begun to do it.

This is because the cost is too burdensome.

If it is torn, it cannot be reused.

No, once it has been used to prevent sandstorms, it cannot be reused again.

This is because the sunshade can be slightly damaged by sandstorms.

So, I was avoiding sunshades because I thought the cost would be so high that it was hard to imagine.

“Now there will be no answer other than the sunshade…”

He is the on-site management supervisor, sighing and rummaging through his pockets with an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

I am finding this situation very frustrating, having to pay attention to the sand first when there is so much left to do.

He looked frustrated as he couldn’t find a magic tool that could create a small fire no matter how much he searched his pockets.

For him, who was on the verge of exploding due to stress, smoking was like a kind of escape.

At that time, someone handed a lighter magic tool to the site management supervisor.

It looked quite expensive, so I looked to the side and saw that it was my subordinate, the assistant director.

“What, you’re carrying something really expensive?”

“I bought it with all my bonus money. Don’t spend it roughly.”

“How do I use things that light fire without being harsh?”

The field management supervisor laughed at the assistant director’s playful remark.

That laugh refreshed my mind a little, but I wanted to smoke a cigarette, so I pressed the button on the lighter and activated fire magic.

And the fire caught the cigarette.

I inhaled and exhaled the cigarette smoke, which had a subtle caramel scent and a smoky scent.

Among the other subordinates present, there was one who was quitting smoking, but after seeing the director’s scene, he could not bear it anymore and borrowed a cigarette and started burning it.

The field director laughed bitterly when he saw them starting to smoke cigarettes in succession.

“No one tried to smoke… Tsk… Well, I guess that’s your fault.”

The problem is that these cigarettes are expensive.

The field supervisor began to smoke more and more deliciously, shrinking in size until he could no longer burn it.

Then he took something out of his pocket.

In neutral cities, there was a common rule that cigarettes would not be sold unless smokers were carrying a portable ashtray, so it was a portable ashtray that all smokers carried.

“Will a light shield solve the problem?”

“Well, I’m not sure now.”

The foundation work has already been completed using reinforced concrete.

Now that the foundation has been prepared, we can start building buildings, but the problem is that sand.

Still, if we can solve the problem with a light shield, wouldn’t it be okay because we’ll be able to proceed with the next work quickly?”

The director let out a long sigh at the words of the assistant field manager and put the cigarette back in his mouth.

The assistant director, who had never seen him chain-smoking before, scratched his head and said that he had only caused concern.

Yes, everyone there doesn’t know.

How much sandstorm will blow tonight and how much sand will pile up tomorrow morning.

So I have no choice but to pray.

Coincidentally, isn’t the name of the city they are planning to build in the future also Oratorium (Prayer)?

“Goddess, please stop the sandstorm from occurring in the neutral zone for us.”

“If I make a wish like that, will the goddess grant it?”

“Well, I’ve never had a wish come true until now.”

Then the two people laughed loudly.

Although the two are members of the Hellenes Church, strictly speaking, they are not devout believers.

To what extent do you believe in the existence of the goddess and pray to her?

And when something difficult happens in life, I think of it as something to complain about.

***

Eri’s postpartum care was completed successfully.

I’m really glad that Dave was working hard every day, just in case something unexpected happened.

“Honey~ I want to eat strawberries~”

“Ta…strawberries? Strawberry season is still far away…”

“Hey.”

However, should I say that Eri has lost his hesitation?

Even when my sister Stella and I are watching, she often acts bewildered by my husband.

Behavior you would never have seen before.

Because Eri always showed herself as a dependable person in front of me.

That’s probably Eri’s true self.

It was very similar to the way Stella showed when she was alone with me.

“Hehe, sir.”

Dave ran out saying he would somehow get the strawberries, and this time Stella clung to me.

In my case, not only my older sister Stella, but also my daughter, Luna, joined us and we were very close to each other.

“…why?”

“I want to eat an apple~”

apologize…

Apples are a seasonal fruit in fall.

Strawberries will be in season in two months, so you can still get plenty of them, but not apples.

Maybe it’s a place where greenhouses or greenhouses are grown, or Sabang Village, where the religious headquarters is located…

It’s also impossible to find in the northern village where we are.

Even though Stella knew that, she was hugging me because she wanted to eat.

“Dad, pineapple~”

“Well…yeah! If it’s a pineapple, I might be able to get it now!”

Luna is sucking her index finger as if she wants to eat pineapple.

The movement was so cute that I wanted to hug her, but I had to replace it with whatever fruit I could find, so I started the work by stroking Luna’s head.

“Lu…Luna, you want to eat pineapple, right?”

“yes!”

“Then, dad will go out and buy pineapples, so cuddle up next to mom. Then dad will buy pineapples and come back.”

“huh!!”

That’s right, that’s right, my daughter.

He lifted Luna up like that and put her down next to Stella.

Stella bites the prey as soon as it arrives.

Luna’s cheeks began to melt after receiving Stella’s machine gun kiss.

And, taking advantage of that moment, I slowly came out.

Stella, who was preoccupied with Luna, couldn’t hold me and was probably still kissing Luna’s cheek.

I couldn’t find apples, but pineapples…

Wait a minute… Isn’t pineapple a fruit that grows in tropical regions to begin with?

Can you get pineapples from the denominational bureau in the north?

Huh?

“Kyuunung…”

As I was thinking hard in my head, Yongyong sat limply on my head.

He looked quite distressed, probably because he was under a lot of pressure from Eri’s daughter, Er.

“Yongyong, do you know what pineapples or apples look like?”

“Kyuunung.”

Yongyong nods, saying he knows.

Since spirits like fruit, they naturally know what kind of fruit they eat.

Maybe Yongyong can get those two fruits?

I think I saw someone eating strawberries about two years ago even though it was winter…

“Yongyong, then is there a place where I can get those fruits?”

“Kyuunung.”

Yongyong seemed lost in thought for a moment and then shook his head.

If the spirit says it can’t be saved, it means it can’t be saved.

If you want to save it right away, you have no choice but to go far away.

But I can’t go far…

“What should I do…?”

“Kyuung?”

I hugged Yongyong, who asked me why I was doing that.

Haha… it smells like a blanket left to dry in the sun.

Whenever I smell Yongyong like this, I come to my senses once in a while.

Since there is no other way this time, the only thing that comes to mind is…

“Oh… come to think of it, didn’t that b*stard Vias say something about fruit some time ago…”

Vias.

The great sage who sealed chaos together with me 3,000 years ago.

After repeating my previous life, I recently reincarnated as a hamster.

This is the guy who absorbed the magical energy left in my grave and was reincarnated as a human.

When I told her that Eri had given birth, I think she said she would send me a gift of fruit.

Did that guy have a lot of connections so he was in a position to get fruit easily?

So, if I go to that guy, can I apologize and get some pineapple…

I think there were some bananas or something…

“I guess I’ll give it a go just in case.”

“Kyaung!!”

Yongyong, who was happy as if he had realized that he was going to his former master, was properly pinned to his head.

I’m sorry to Stella and Luna, but I wish we could wait a little longer.